Cathedral

I know where I stand —

silent in the shadows,

in the abundance. 

There, I exist for you. 

Unwanted, just an option;

a comfort,

a shelter,

a keeper of your storms. 

I'm the solace in the chaos. 

I can no longer hold these walls myself. 

I'm tired of bracing them for you —

only for you to walk away 

from the weight they carry. 

So I'm taking down the cathedral, 

brick by brick,

and I'll burn what's left of it. 

Even if the smoke smothers me,

even if the fire takes me with it —

at least for once,

it'll be something I wanted.